Turn, turn, turn…
Turn, turn, turn
The old poet sang a lullaby.
Sensual woman whispered to me once.
Come live with me and be my lover.
I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep me steady.
Beautiful lady ambushed my heart and I learn her appetite for
kisses and embrace. Her charm and sovereign eyes made me blind
and with the wishes for more.
Real life lullabies rarely are perceived till too late.
Our heart and mind turn, turn and turn some more.
Love demand payment.
The chronicle of an forever love is like a willow tree.
We must be willing to flex and bend like free branches to keep the sovereign eyes,
bright, content and near.
Love bold, love behold, love dwell where two people hold tightly when the storms
of life is at hand.
Coyote/John Castellenas
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Thank you my kind friend.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, John! 😊✨✨🎉👍
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“The chronicle of an forever love is like a willow tree.
We must be willing to flex and bend” great verse!
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I agree dear Cassa. We must flex and bend to keep peace in house and love alive. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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It is pointless to be right and lose relationship sometimes.
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Yes you are right dear Cassa. Sometime silence is the best answer when anger become alive.
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Lovely, and that song is perfect!
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Thank you Peter. I agree and I appreciate the comment.
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Especially love how you ended this John. Beautifully written.
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Thank you M for reading and I appreciate the comment. One of the great songs.
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Very beautiful indeed
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